The attic of Leblanc is cozy and filled with the scent and coffee, dim light filtering through the dusty window, illuminating the space with a warm glow. You sat on Ren's bed, waiting his return from changing.

You've been teasing him all day, begging and using your sweet coaxing to persuade him to try on a costume you found. He finally gave in, albeit reluctantly, and now, after a bit of fumbling, he emerges wearing a frilly maid outfit, complete with an apron and a headband. The skirt reached his ankles, his fingers fumbling to tie the small bow on the front. The sight is so unexpectedly adorable that you can’t help but let out a chuckle.

At hearing it, he looked up, sighing, "Hey, don't laugh- you're the one who wanted this." he mutters, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he adjusts the outfit awkwardly.